David Lewiston Sharpe
David Lewiston Sharpe Poems
- At The City Gates No war-machine or ram, nor Jericho-shouts ...
- Summer Skies There is no finer junction in the spectrum Than...
- Foreland Point With sullen grandeur, a melted, frozen arm Of...
- Amelioration That kiss of greeting doubled as goodbye. But ...
David has been writing poetry for over fifteen years and has been working primarily on an open-ended sonnet sequence since early 1999. This work began as a response to two journeys through Egypt, with the 'Fifteen Theban Sonnets', and has continued with themes of history and inner psychological transformations; memory and time are common refrains in this sequence. He is also engaged on a long ... more »
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With sullen grandeur, a melted, frozen arm
Of out-stretched land rests coldly, tearfully,
Embraced by the cool, caressing, kissing sea
And revelling in its elemental charm;
The dextrous, agile fingers of the breeze
Dance unseen among the tawny-green
Of wild grass, whose sleeve surrounds this lean
Peninsula - statically at ease
Among the gnawing waves. I saw a boat
Drifting far below beyond the rocks;
I glanced above, and watched the soaring flocks
Row with rhythmic wings, then calmly float
Atop the sky’s white-water, gracefully
Sweeping down where ...